Disclaimer: I don't own Mulberry.
Note: I love this show so much and the idea that upon seeing Springtime, Death-like Hades upon seeing Persephone-would desire her, was too good to pass up!
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It was like breathing for the first time when he saw her. She was sitting in the forest, looking up at the sunshine filtering through the trees. Everything about her was light—and life. The complete opposite of what he was. Until that moment, darkness and death was all that he knew. But he looked at her and he breathed in the sweet, heady scent of the forest and he was alive. He, Death, was alive.
He was also shy. It was illogical. He had claimed the souls of a thousand more violent and frightening than she. Fear was not in his nature. But he looked at sweet Springtime and a cold hand gripped his heart and squeezed until death would have been a blessing. For once, he was paying heed to one who's soul was not on his list. Springtime would not, could not, die. She merely rested each year, waiting to make the next spring come alive with flowers and birds. And sunshine.
He looked at what she was looking at. The sunshine almost glittered off the leaves of the plants. When he looked back at her, she was staring at him. She smiled, and his breath stopped. He now knew the meaning of "slain with but a look". Springtime gestured to him. "Come on, then," she laughed. "Winter is done, now is the season of life!"
Death took a hesitant step forward. What if she found out who she was? What if she rejected him? What if his touched withered her?
She frowned at him. "Come now, your touch won't wither me into an old hag if that's what you're worrying about! And I know who you are, Mr. Death, and it doesn't change a thing. Now come and sit with me."
He took another step forward. And then another and another until he was standing next to her.
"Well?"
He sat. "So you're Springtime," Death cursed his poor way with words. What kind of a thing was that to say to a beautiful young woman.
"That I am. And you're Death. How terribly exciting. I thought I would never meet you! Winter keeps saying that she always sees you out and about but I never get to," she leaned in and the smell of cherry blossoms wafted around him. "A side effect of spring being the season of new life and all that rot. But I've always wanted to meet you." Springtime held out her hand.
For a terrible moment, he didn't know what to do. He slowly took her hand in his and kissed it. "It's a pleasure to meet you too, Miss Springtime."
She smiled and the sunshine seemed to be even brighter.